A bear trap, a sloth with a drinking problem, a Skee-Ball ball, the animatronic Abraham Lincoln from Disneyland, a pigeon skeleton, a cardboard cutout of the It Clown, Donatella Versace, John Travolta’s weekday wig, the creepy girl at the groomers who told me my dog has nice legs, an empty can of Tab, the broken Sleep ‘N Snore Ernie in my childhood bedroom closet, Blue Ivy Carter, green ivy (the plant), a skunk’s nose hair and a pack of wolves in sheep’s clothing are all things I’d let my hold my baby before I’d let White Oprah hold my baby.
Either somebody disagrees with me or they asked all those things to hold their baby and all those things were busy doing other stuff. Because today at The Grove in L.A., Lindsay Lohan’s pimp mom held an actual living, breathing human baby being without the supervision of several government agencies. I don’t know if White Oprah knows that baby or she just randomly picked that baby up, but I find it really strange that a plainclothes Child Protective Services agent didn’t immediately tackle her to the ground while another agent grabbed the baby. Shouldn’t CPS be tailing her at all times?
On a positive note, if I was a baby, I’d want White Oprah to hold me too. White Oprah’s breath is 100 proof and the shittiest thing about being a baby is that you can’t buy your own booze.